~a spring fling©

The flowers and trees grow up together,
and play as children on the grassy floor.
When they sleep in stormy weather,
this only makes them miss each other more.
A long awaited reunion they attend,
when spring comes back to call.
Many an invitation they send,
in hopes to be reunited with one and all.
An orchestra of songbirds,
will crash their gathering.
And entertain them without words,
but an invitation they need not bring!

Copyright ©2007~S@L~

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